willie's blog: "fuct"

  This is why I do the shit that I do.

Have you ever sat back and really tried to figure out why you are the person you are?  Well that's my goal for the next, however long it takes.  It seems that I view my life in still frame.  The monsters I've came across all came out for a reason and I see their faces, one at a time.  Flash.  It always goes back to that first one of everything.  The first hit, the first line, the first tounament, tragedy, and most of all the first girl.  I see that she-devil for the horned beast she holds inside her sirenesce body.  She lit my torch, and dug my grave in the same look.  Twenty-three.  Thats three more than I needed.  But, not as many as I want. 

For sickness I'm masticating, dancing and masterbating. Celebrate in fieldsof night with skin upon my face. Life submissiveness, hypnotizing the ignorant, a little boy's best friend's always his mother, at least thats what she said. Life of a simple man, taught that everyone else is dirty, and their love is meaningless, oh I'm so soiled.

When hoardes of angels drag me to my death, you'll see the lies. All forgiven, we'll crucify. I see your face turn pale and white and then I turn onto the great divide. I hold your bloodline in my hand. Torn, stained, and fallen I will devour all the things you say are true. I'll bury your god, then I'll come for you.